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           "Watchoutforpickpockets!"cautionedtheirfather.

           "Anddon’tcrosstheracetrackwhenthehorsesarecoming!"

           criedMrs.Zuckerman.

           Thechildrengrabbedeachotherbythehandanddancedoffinthedirectionofthemerry-go-round,towardthewonderfulmusicandthewonderfuladventureandthewonderfulexcitement,intothewonderfulmidwaywheretherewouldbenoparentstoguardthemandguidethem,andwheretheycouldbehappyandfreeanddoastheypleased.Mrs.Arablestoodquietlyandwatchedthemgo.Thenshesighed.Thensheblewhernose.

           "Doyoureallythinkit’sallright?"sheasked.

           "Well,they’vegottogrowupsometime,"saidMr.Arable.

           "Andafairisagoodplacetostart,Iguess."

           WhileWilburwasbeingunloadedandtakenoutofhiscrateandintohisnewpigpen,crowdsgatheredtowatch.TheystaredatthesignZUCKERMAN’SFAMOUSPIG.Wilburstaredbackandtriedtolookextragood.Hewaspleasedwithhisnewhome.Thepenwasgrassy,anditwasshadedfromthesunbyashedroof.

           Charlotte,watchingherchance,scrambledoutofthecrateandclimbedaposttotheundersideoftheroof.Nobodynoticedher.

           Templeton,notwishingtocomeoutinbroaddaylight,stayedquietlyunderthestrawatthebottomofthecrate.Mr.ZuckermanpouredsomeskimmilkintoWilbur’strough,pitchedcleanstrawintohispen,andthenheandMrs.ZuckermanandtheArables;walkedawaytowardthecattlebarntolookatpurebredcowsandtoseethesights.Mr.Zuckermanparticularlywantedtolookattractors.Mrs.Zuckermanwantedtoseeadeepfreeze.